It’s so dark! Where am I? Why can’t I see anything!
Tran Tung was a serious Vietnamese young man who didn't play games, smoke, or drink alcohol. He liked watching anime and reading novels, a complete otaku who had never had a girlfriend. He had just begun his 12th-grade exam revision period. That morning, as he woke up and walked past the family's ancestral altar, still half-asleep and yawning, he suddenly noticed the incense vase placed high up, which his father had often boasted to him was 300 years old. At first, Tran Tung had just considered it a joke, his father's way of showing off the vase. But this morning, as he walked past, Tran Tung glanced at it again and it seemed to be glowing. Rubbing his eyes, still blurry from sleepiness, a series of thoughts raced through his mind:
—What is this? Am I seeing things? A ghost? A magic artifact? Sigh, looks like studying too much is giving me hallucinations.
Looking again, the vase was still just a vase, nothing special. Tran Tung chuckled to himself. He often read cultivation novels. If it really was a magic artifact, then it should just send him transmigrating right away! Tran Tung felt immense pressure from his studies. He then laughed, "Haha," towards the ancestral altar:
—Ancestors, if you're truly divine, then let me transmigrate just once!
Staring wide-eyed at the vase for a moment, still nothing happened. Disappointed, Tran Tung stomped off to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, ready to start his day of studying. As he walked past the altar, suddenly the vase, which he had deemed unremarkable, moved in a bizarre way.
—CRASH!
The vase fell and struck Tran Tung's head just as he turned to walk away from the ancestral altar, as if to prove that his ancestors were indeed very divine. Only he knew the agony. His vision darkened, his head spun, and Tran Tung finally couldn't bear it, collapsing onto the floor.
—"I hope I can transmigrate." This was his last thought before he passed out.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but Tran Tung finally regained consciousness. He quickly realized he was in an extremely cramped and dark place. Tran Tung began to struggle, but he found he had very little strength. Struggling was useless.
$#$$…$$#%%!
Tran Tung suddenly heard the sound of a woman (an older woman) talking. The voice sounded quite old, but that wasn't important. What was important was that he couldn't understand her. Tran Tung tried to listen carefully. He heard the hurried, mixed footsteps of many people. "There must be a lot of people around here!" he thought.
He heard the older woman's voice again. This time, her tone seemed very urgent, as if she was urging something on. Before he could continue speculating, a squeezing force suddenly appeared, followed by a pushing force. Tran Tung wasn't prepared. He was suddenly pushed a short distance by these two forces into an even narrower space.
—What the hell. What exactly is happening to me?
Stunned by the sudden situation, Tran Tung finally couldn't maintain his composure and began to tremble with fear. He didn't want to die.
It wasn't long before the two forces appeared once more. Fortunately, this time Tran Tung finally saw light. In front of him was a giant, elderly woman, her face covered in sweat but looking at him with joy. Above them was a wooden roof, in the style of an ancient Chinese house. Tran Tung finally began to tremble with fear: "Holy shit, did I transmigrate into a world of giants? Alice in Wonderland? No, no, Alice is a Western setting, this is ancient Chinese! A-A-A-A-h, where exactly did I transmigrate to now?"
Chen Tung began to try and observe his surroundings, hoping to find a clue, but his neck was held by the giant woman, preventing him from turning his head anywhere. The giant woman then began to hit him with her hand.
"Big sister, can we talk calmly? Please don't hit me, okay? At least tell me why you're hitting me first!" Chen Tung couldn't help but complain inwardly.
"Hmm, wait a minute, why am I so small? Short arms, short legs, powerless? And my skin is so red?"
Once again, before he could think too much, the woman's hand struck him. An urge to cry finally surged forth uncontrollably. Chen Tung cried, he cried loudly, he cried as if he had never cried before.
"Elder! Elder! The Madam has given birth! It's a healthy baby boy!"
"Really? Hahaha? Where is he, where is he? I want to go in and see!"
As he spoke, the door to the room opened. A man, neither middle-aged nor too young, but with a handsome appearance and dignified aura, a righteous cultivator, appeared before him. Both anxious and overjoyed, he laughed heartily and exclaimed, "My son, haha, you've finally decided to come out! You had me worried to death!"
"Is it just our son?" A weak, delicate voice, seemingly lacking strength, yet one could tell from hearing it alone that the speaker was very beautiful.
"Haha, Xuan'er, of course he's our son. Thank you, my dear! Thank you so much! You and our little precious are my lifeblood! Are you feeling any better?"
"Yang-ge, what are you thanking me for? Do we need to be so formal between us? Quickly, measure our precious's innate talent! Also, what are you going to name our son?"
"Right, right, let me measure."
The man seemed a little flustered, quickly adjusting his emotions. With a flick of his hand, a ruler materialized out of thin air, a ruler with nine markings. He then placed the ruler into Chen Tung's hand. The ruler began to light up, the first mark, then continued to light up until it reached the fourth mark, where it stopped. The atmosphere grew a little heavy; both husband and wife fell silent for a moment. They were both pillars of the Azure Cloud Sect, a cultivation sect, both at the genius level with an affinity of eight marks for spiritual energy, but their son only had four marks, placing him in the mid-to-lower tier, which was a bit of a blow to both of them. But very quickly, the man laughed heartily:
"Zhao Wuji, I've decided! My son's name will be Zhao Wuji, meaning 'no limits,' to never stop progressing because of a small obstacle!"
"That's right! A wonderful name! Give Jiji to me!" The woman also smiled warmly, maternal love overflowing.
The man didn't dare touch the infant, afraid of mishandling him. The quick-witted midwife understood and placed Chen Tung next to his mother in this life. He hadn't understood anything they said just now because he didn't know the language here, but when the man placed the ruler in his hand, he immediately understood that they were measuring his innate talent. Seeing only four marks, Chen Tung was a little disappointed, but he quickly thought it through: "Nothing in this world is perfect! He had already been reincarnated into a cultivation world, not as a waste, which was a great blessing. As the saying goes, cultivation depends on oneself. How far he could go in the future would depend on his own efforts. How could such a small obstacle discourage him!"
At this moment, Chen Tung just wanted to laugh out loud: "Haha, immortal hero world, this old man has arrived!"
Once carried and laid on the bed, Trần Tùng immediately saw something he had dreamed of his entire youth: milk. Indeed, he was being fed. Trần Tùng greedily sucked at his meal with blissful abandon until his belly was completely full. Then, his eyelids suddenly drooped heavily as a powerful wave of drowsiness washed over him, plunging Trần Tùng quickly into a deep sleep, with only the soft chatter of his parents from this life remaining in his ears.